A friend of mine had an overweight and diabetic labrador retriever who needed to be put on a strict diet for health reasons. But the dog had a habit of going around the neighborhood, begging for food.
To find out where the dog went, my friend followed her on her appointed rounds one night. And wherever the dog stopped, my friend would knock on the door and explain the problem, asking the neighbors not to feed the dog.
At one house, a man answered the door, took a look at the dog and then looked at my friend. “Oh, that is YOUR dog” he said woefully.
A creeping feeling of dread came over my friend. “Why?” she asked.
“Well, our daughter had her wedding here last spring. After the ceremony everyone was eager to see the wedding cake which was set up in the garden. There was your dog up on the table, licking its chops, stomach distended. It had devoured the entire cake.”